Sunday’s run really tested not only my patience and strength, but my ability to handle things when they don’t go to plan.
I’d prepped the night before and got a relatively decent night’s sleep, had three slices of toast, peanut butter and banana for breakfast, and loaded my running belt up with jelly babies, water and a gel.
I chose to run the Towpath; a really nice little route that spans from Bristol, under the suspension bridge to a little village near the Avonmouth, Pill.
Setting off, I felt a little tired but let myself get into the run’s rhythm. I checked my Strava just to make sure, and popped it back on my arm around mile two.
I ran around 2.5 miles (as I later discovered) before noticing that my Strava had paused when I took it off and wasn’t recording my pace!
So I restarted it, estimated distance I’d ran in my head (around 3 miles, I wasn’t too far off!) and decided to go a little further.
The sun was beaming down and I was glad I’d popped a lot of suncream on as I burn like a crisp. Two bottles of water were definitely well needed for this run!
I got to around mile 5, just as the Towpath ends and a road begins. I tried to jog around a fence and completely lost my footing as the tarmac changed to gravel; I found myself sprawled on the floor face down in the dirt!
A fall can really shock you as a runner. One minute you’re in the swing of things, the next you’re hurt and bleeding and really bemused.
My knee was bleeding quite a lot and so was my hand, so the first thing I decided to do was text someone to ask advice, clean it up with some leaves and pop over to a nearby pond to splash some water on the wound.
I sat there, really mad at myself, for about 10 minutes before I decided my knee wasn’t actually that hurt and that I should just run on. So I did.
So I finished the 14 miles with a gammy, disgusting looking knee and a dodgy Strava, but by god did I finish it!
Runs like this will always test your metal; you’ve just got to show whatever it is that gets to you you’re ultimately stronger.
And I did get to spend the evening sprawled on my bed watching Orange is the New Black with my knee in the air eating brownies!
Next weekend I’ll take it down a notch and then the following weekend I’ll be in France; 15 – 16 miles out there will be fun I’m sure 😉